Burned so deep in my subconscious Observe me and my psychosis Masking the pain on the surface I trade Fearing the creature for which you create (Gargling Glass) Rebelling the demons that stir from the past Self mutilation I’m gargling glass (Gargling Glass)
Burned deep inside Tear out my throat with no chance to survive Painful and slow Sickens the mind but must feed the soul Glass shreds mute sound I’m heaving flesh onto the ground Must question mental state Self-mutilation seems irate Disemboweled through throat with glass Blood is spewing from my ass Burned deep inside
Tear out my throat with no chance to survive Painful and slow Sickens the mind but must feed the soul Must question mental state Self-mutilation seems irate Disemboweled through throat with glass Blood is spewing from my ass
On with the pain suffer again forcing The glass fragments down my throat On with the pain suffer again I’m free Death’s pleasure it holds me On with the pain suffer again scarring My own flesh to soothe the pain
Soothe the pain, experiment I am the guinea pig You don’t feel you fucking kill Mutilated thrown away Troubled for I choose this life that I’m taking Flesh ripped open peacefully I lie in my fucking waste This is how I choose to die
Gargling glass can’t inhibit my decision Gargling on glass Fearing the sickness reality’s gone Hacking away at self worth Forcing glass down my esophagus Self-mutilation is driving the curse Chocking on blood and pieces of meat Hacking away at my flesh No blood to my brain I fall to the floor Convulsing and twitching I now greet my death There is no pain Scarring my brain Hemorrhaging eye Maggots and flies Flesh in a heap Vocal chords seep Blood mixed with bile Stench is so vile
Soothe the pain, experiment I am the guinea pig You don’t feel you fucking kill Mutilated thrown away Troubled for I choose this life that I’m taking Flesh ripped open peacefully I lie in my fucking waste This is how I choose to die
Gargling glass Suicidal voices calling form beyond Death has swept across my ears with the sweetest song On my grave their lies a wreath Six feet under I lie beneath Suffer with the pain Reaching out again A prisoner in my own hell Fear engulfs my being The horrors I am seeing cannot be describedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
